2004 has to be my year. No more excuses.

I love hitting-that's my favorite part of the game.

I have to get better, but I can't change the way I play.

I'm not a rookie anymore-no more excuses about being young.

I don't like to play slow or softly. I like to play hard. Always.

I want to be consistent from the first day of the season to the last.

I'm an immigrant myself. I'd probably support it, but I can't do much.

I'm not perfect. Nobody's perfect. But I love baseball and I love to play hard.

When you go to home plate with a lot of confidence, you feel that you can hit any pitch.

I work hard on my defense. It's something I take pride in, but it's nothing that I want to brag about. It's part of my game.

Byrd has always been that kind of pitcher, trying to trick you, keep the ball low, in and out. He threw a lot of strikes, worked it inside and out, threw breaking balls for strikes behind in the count.

But the Twins opened the fifth with their second and third hits, and Beltre helped Hernandez by taking his bullet throw for a force at third on a bunt try. I felt it, ... My only worry was that he didn't throw me a sinker. He threw hard, but a good fastball.

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